Two Days After
Two Days Later
Silent Sunday beckons
No traffic noises railing.
Only silence speaking
Of the need for human exhaling.
Stoves are spookily still,
Leftovers quietly cold for lunch,
Far away from this neighborhood
Is the frantic shopping bunch.
Straw hat on my head,
Book in my mumuu lap,
Silent Sunday closes my eyes,
And I nap, I nap.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2017
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